Quotes About Beauty

My beauty secret is absolutely no sun.

In chess one cannot control everything. Sometimes a game takes an unexpected turn, in which beauty begins to emerge. Both players are always instrumental in this.

For me art and chess are closely related, both are forms in which the self finds beauty and expression.

When I speak of the beauty of a game of chess, then naturally this is subjective. Beauty can be found in a very technical, mathematical game for example. That is the beauty of clarity.

I believe every chess player senses beauty, when he succeeds in creating situations, which contradict the expectations and the rules, and he succeeds in mastering this situation.

The development of beauty in chess never depends on you alone. No matter how much imagination and creativity you invest, you still do not create beauty. Your opponent must react at the same highest level.

I can't listen to music too often. It affects your nerves, makes you want to say stupid nice things and stroke the heads of people who could create such beauty while living in this vile hell.

Life is beautiful. Life is sad.

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.

Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their nature, which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as "nymphets."

For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.

Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as nymphets.

Any lady with sexy breast for a man is each time well-dressed.

The real beauty's "No" does not offend, you know.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination

It is not sufficient to see and to know the beauty of a work. We must feel and be affected by it.

All is changed, changed utterly A terrible beauty is born

How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;" ? W. B. Yeats

I had a thought for no one's but your ears; / That you were beautiful, and that I strove / To love you in the old high way of love;

I will arise and go now. To a place called Innisfree. And I shall have some peace there, For peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning To where the cricket sings

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